Lord, give me your eyes I pray, Eyes that see the best in all. Eyes that see the best around, Eyes that see beyond the physical, Eyes that see beyond the present, Eyes that see what You see.
Mephibosheth was dropped as a child, A time when he had no control, A time when he had no choices, His nanny dropped him, And crippled he became.
The destitute children are mine, Dirty clothes, running noses, diseases and grime, The destitute children are mine, For they too are a light in this darkness to shine.
Said the Potter to the clay, I have set aside this day, In which I’m mould and I’ll make you, And I’ll make you be of value, To a nation of my people, If you only will obey.
I pain, I’m deeply hurting, I’ve been cut to the bone, I feel so lost, dejected, Disappointed and alone. My heart is torn asunder, Emotions left to roam, It seems the One I felt I knew. I’d never really known.
T’was the wee hours of the morning, As the Master settled down, He’d returned from Mount of Olives, In another part of town, He met the usual crowd of people, They had come to hear him preach, So he smoothened out and cleared His throat, And He began to teach.